Black blood red sky
And a belly all full of fire
Why I ask why
I don’t know, I grow so tired
Of the battle of wrong and right
That’s waged inside
Every time you speak your mind
We’re the same [bad word] kind
Or don’t you know

With the devil’s eyes and a dagger tongue
You fill the sky above us with the sound
Of fatal words like fire flung
From a careless bow
I grow so tired
Of the battle of wrong and right
That’s waged inside
Every time you speak your mind
We’re the same [bad word] kind
Or don’t you know

We all walk down to the hill
Where the gallows are swinging still
Nooses still clenched tight
‘Round the necks of 10 million ghosts
They whisper don’t forget us
But don’t forget to keep moving on
We’re the same [bad word] kind
Or don’t you know

Black blood red sky
And belly all full of fire
Why I ask why
I don’t know, I grow so tired
Of the battle of wrong and right
That’s waged inside
Every time you speak your mind